In the early days of their career their dark, heavy, oppressively slow sound made them innovators of genres like sludge, grunge, and doom metal. The Melvins' music is influenced by Flipper, Black Flag's My War-era hardcore punk and Black Sabbath-style heavy metal, but their idiosyncratic approach, bizarre sense of humor, and experimentation make neat categorization difficult. Singer/guitarist Buzz Osborne (aka "King Buzzo") and drummer Dale Crover are constant members while several bass guitarists have cycled through the group. The Melvins usually performed as a trio until 2006 when two members of Big Business became permanent members of the band.
The band was named after a grocery clerk at the Thriftway in Montesano, Washington where Osborne was employed. Melvin was the most-hated fellow employee and the band felt it to be an appropriate name. Like SF noisenik predecessors Flipper, their love of slow tempos and sludgy sound were a strong influence on grunge music, especially Nirvana and many other bands from Seattle. Their protegés, however, tended to use more conventional musical structures with this sound.
Though the group has received mostly positive critical notice, Crover's drumming has been especially praised; Patrick Kennedy describes his work as "astonishing, powerful, and daring."
While never finding and most likely never even seeking great mainstream success, the Melvins maintain an impressive schedule of new albums and tours, including a collaboration with Fantômas in The Fantômas Melvins Big Band, two releases with former Dead Kennedys frontman Jello Biafra, and in 2004 the Melvins collaborated with ambient artist Lustmord for Pigs of the Roman Empire. In appreciation of their devoted fans, the Melvins have released various collectables through the years that have included two-headed dolls, an eight-track tape, and a plastic fetus in a jar.
Fellow Aberdeen resident Kurt Cobain (a good friend of Crover) was a huge Melvins fan and helped them transport their equipment to a few shows. Cobain also auditioned to join the band on bass, but he didn't make it, reportedly because he was so nervous that he forgot all the songs. Cobain maintained his relation with the band. Later he produced and played on some songs (guitar on "Sky Pup", percussion on "Spread Eagle Beagle") on the band's major label debut, Houdini. Dale Crover is also attributed as playing on the Nirvana debut album, Bleach, and on "Incesticide". In addition, Dave Grohl (ex-drummer for Nirvana) co-wrote and played drums for Isabella on Buzzo's Melvins solo album, King Buzzo.
I Told You I Was Crazy
Melvins Lyrics
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You thought I was feeling you, think about it
I run up to your hood, any borough, like wassup
I run up in your hood, any borough, like wassup
Bullets heafty gon knock of his fitted
Nig** Gio got beat, started twitching
If brodie move wok in the spot we gon blitz ‘em
If he not a victim my nig**s gon get ‘em
clways shooting first we don't care about a victim
Why these nig**s acting like they b**chs
Pull up the ski so they kno that we grinching
I'm everything K, everybody could get it
If it's beef, we bring it to your door
It's gon get sleezy if I call up Mor
Wrong place wrong time and now that nig** gone
That was ya b**ch but I got in her draws
In the kitchen cause we got the sauce
He thought I ain't pree so we gon pick ‘em off
Melly with me he feening to toss
B**ch we them ballers they don't be on court
Why he loafing walking to the studio
Them nig**s doing bad go invest in a deuce
Ya b**ch on my bop she stuck to me like glue
Most these lil nig**s cap they be chatting for views
Big 40s hanging out my the roof
We them steppaz shaking up the room
They don't talk in real life but they chat in the booth
Last opp got beat out his shoes
Better pray the lord when I run into you
They can't find the scaple it's tucked in my shoe
EBK nig**s kno what we do
Don't hit my jack cause I'm pressing decline
You thought I was feeling you, think about it
You thought I was feeling you, think about it
I run up to your hood, any borough, like wassup
I run up in your hood, any borough, like wassup
You thought I was feeling you, nah I ain't a munch
When it comes time you know I'm gon Crunch
Pull up to the block and you know I'm gonna dump
You thought I was feeling you, y'all know wassup
Them nig**s know what I'm gon pour in my cup
Y'all know I'm sipping, I'm throwing it up
Nig** cJ should've kept a flame
If he would've kept running bro would be a stain
Why they playing like this sh*t a game
Tried to run up got left on his face
22 poking this sh*t on my waist
cte a couple shots we turned ‘em into waste
Ya nig**s not drifty stay up in ya lane
I was dolo walking through the rain
Late night purging looking for a stain
Too many opps dead they don't fit on the chain
We been playing ball but they don't wanna play
c yo cJ we know where you stay
Me and bro made ‘em jack he not LMFK
Got that sh*t that ain't gon show a trace
Don't just be touching this sh*t on my waist
Catch a PD then I'm switching states
cll these nig**s p**sy, no they can't relate
Extended the clip 40 shots in the clip
Mr. spot ‘em pick ‘em off and dip
cin't no more bullets get beat wit the grip
He got shot now that boy moving stiff
You thought I was feeling you, think about it
You thought I was feeling you, think about it
I run up to your hood, any borough, like wassup
I run up in your hood, any borough, like wassup
Like when you see me we can't knuckle up
You know Dotti the Muddy, go 50 for 50
Opp th*t, she be feening to lick me
But I need the drop, don't care if you pretty
When I'm shooting I could never miss
Brodie passed me the chop so dis sh*t getting mixie
Why they think they hopping out the V
If I catch ‘em he done Mr. beam on his glizzy
I be sliding with Dotti spot ‘em then he drop
cnd I swear I be spinning till I'm goin dizzie
Gotta flip me a pack, all my nig**s trap
Posted on that block getting litty
If I catch'em lacking do ‘em silly
I might go retarded, I popped me a pillie
I come from the mud, gotta whole lotta smoke
Going straight to the top like a mother f**king chimney
Nig** cJ run fast but I'm on his ass
Nig** almost got poked with a blick
If I catch him lacking do ‘em grits
cnd I know that my younging's gonna tear him to bitz like
If it jam he get beat with the grip
If he try to run, I'm hoping that he slip like
Bro get up on ‘em knocka gotta kick like
Catch ‘em in traffic, leave ‘em at the red light
Nano be bugging spinning on a blue bike
Check in with us, said that you a goon, right
They understand, when I up it and boom right
TP, like grah
You thought I was feeling you, think about it
You thought I was feeling you, think about it
I run up to your hood, any borough, like wassup
I run up in your hood, any borough, like wassup
On a drill I start sparking and sh*t
Choppa hounding it's barking and sh*t
Like 2, 3 shots gon f**k up his fit
Like damn, that's another opp dead in a splif
Why these nig**s talking but never did sh*t
Mr. flock a nig** with his b**ch
I'm with Dotti too Hotti, he know when to blitz
If you think he gon miss, promise you won't be missed
Nig**s putting on shows for the gram
cJ saw me and that nigga ran
Marvin ran that shit run in the fam
He remember that day nig**s knocked out his mans
Bullets hot b**ch I'm giving out tans
That sh*t changing his skin he need more than a fan
Oh it's two, so we knock out his mans
Nig** running and ducking, ight bet, imma blam
You thought he was feeling you
You thought he was feeling you
Think about it, think about it
You think he was feeling you
Think about it, think about it
You think Melly feeling you
Think about it, think about it
T and Nano gon slide in the V
Hitting everybody on the scene
Oh he think I'm chatting just watch when we meet
I'm the chief of this sh*t call me Keef
She know I got the sosa now she wanna meet
I ain't cuffing, that b**ch for the streets
Once she s*ck me up she gotta leave
Nig**s pick up they feet once I flick on the beam
Me and Bubu like Curry and Klay
Once I pass it he gon hit the fade
No identification couldn't see his face
That's on bro we never leave a trace
cnd the way I be spraying it's like I had a mace
LMF ain't no taking our place
Like what, grah, grah, grah grah boom
Nig** everything dead
LMF, LMF
Like Dotti, like what
Grah grah boom
Gang gang gang
Nobody feeling you (ahh)
Grah grah
You thought he feeling you
You thought he feeling you
Gang gang, think about it, grah grah
You thought he feeling you
Think about it, think about it
Think about it, grah grah boom
You thought he feeling you
Think about, think about it
cyo, shout out Breezy for this beat yo
The lyrics of Melvins' song "I Told You I Was Crazy" depict a narrative of violence and aggression. The song describes the singer's involvement in a series of confrontations, specifically in different neighborhoods, or "hoods," and how they assert their dominance and strike fear in others. The lyrics mention running up to someone's hood, expressing a sense of fearlessness and a desire to intimidate. The singer boasts about their ability to use weapons, such as a firearm, to harm others.
The lyrics also touch on themes of revenge and territoriality. The singer refers to specific individuals, mentioning names like Gio and CJ, suggesting personal vendettas or rivalries. There is a sense of seeking retribution for perceived slights or disrespect, with the singer emphasizing their readiness to take violent action. The lyrics also allude to encounters with law enforcement, mentioning police, and expressing a willingness to escape or evade them.
Line by Line Meaning
You thought I was feeling you, think about it
Reflect on the fact that you believed I had romantic interest in you
I run up to your hood, any borough, like wassup
I boldly arrive in your neighborhood, regardless of the location, with a confident greeting
Bullets heafty gon knock of his fitted
Powerful bullets will forcefully remove his hat
Nig** Gio got beat, started twitching
Gio, a person, was physically assaulted and began convulsing
If brodie move wok in the spot we gon blitz ‘em
If my friend makes a suspicious move, we will quickly and aggressively attack him
Where he going nig**, I ain't finish
I haven't completed my pursuit, so I will continue following him
If he not a victim my nig**s gon get ‘em
If he is not already a target, my friends will take care of him
clways shooting first we don't care about a victim
We always initiate violence without concern for the consequences
Why these nig**s acting like they b**chs
Why are these individuals behaving in a cowardly and submissive manner?
Pull up the ski so they kno that we grinching
We draw our ski masks over our faces to intimidate and cause fear
I'm everything K, everybody could get it
I possess a dangerous and aggressive demeanor, and anyone is susceptible to my actions
If it's beef, we bring it to your door
If there is a conflict or disagreement, we will confront you directly
It's gon get sleezy if I call up Mor
The situation will become chaotic and disorderly if I contact my associate, Mor
Wrong place wrong time and now that nig** gone
Being in the incorrect location at the wrong moment has resulted in the death of an individual
That was ya b**ch but I got in her draws
She may have been your partner, but I engaged in sexual activity with her
In the kitchen cause we got the sauce
We are in control of the situation because we possess power and influence
He thought I ain't pree so we gon pick ‘em off
He underestimated my attention, so we will eliminate him
Melly with me he feening to toss
Melly, a person, is anxious and eager to engage in violent actions
B**ch we them ballers they don't be on court
We are the individuals with status and wealth, even though we do not participate in legal activities
Why he loafing walking to the studio
Why is he wasting time casually walking towards the recording studio?
Them nig**s doing bad go invest in a deuce
Those individuals are experiencing negative situations, they should consider purchasing a firearm
Ya b**ch on my bop she stuck to me like glue
Your female companion is infatuated with me and has a strong attachment to me
Most these lil nig**s cap they be chatting for views
Many young individuals lie and exaggerate in order to gain attention and popularity
Big 40s hanging out my the roof
Large pistols are protruding from the rooftop of my vehicle
We them steppaz shaking up the room
We are the ones causing chaos and commotion wherever we go
They don't talk in real life but they chat in the booth
These individuals do not engage in real-life conversations, but they become vocal and boastful in their music
Last opp got beat out his shoes
The most recent enemy was severely assaulted, resulting in the removal of his shoes
Better pray the lord when I run into you
It would be wise for you to seek divine intervention when our paths cross
They can't find the scaple it's tucked in my shoe
They are unable to locate the weapon because it is concealed in my shoe
EBK niggas kno what we do
Individuals associated with EBK are aware of our actions
Don't hit my jack cause I'm pressing decline
Do not attempt to contact me because I will reject your call
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No apto para oídos corrientes 🖤
@hades7195
awesome!
@violetsouls96
Does anybody else hear Fantomas?
@MoNkDiZzLe6
I had my phone on shuffle so Fantomas played before this on and I thought it was Mike singing. Haven't give this album a full listen yet.
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More hints on tour of course you are wondering why did it anyway and you will literally created for
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